Dearest Joe,

May 13, 1959

Somehow when you speak to me or I hear your voice as I did last night on the phone, I am dumb struck. Words are lost deep inside of me, I can barely answer you. Yes you silly fool I do remember all about our evening together. I even recall perhaps more than I should, for I can still see your smile across the table from me. Feel that warm glow of wine accelerate my thoughts. The long yet ever so short walk to your door. The tender way you touched my face to say "Good Night." And the deep regret I left with for not having the words to say at that moment. I shall see you on Saturday afternoon, if only for a minute or two, so you might see my interest in you is more than friendly.

My Dearest Joe,

Love, Bill

May 17, 1959

I am caught in the fear that my affection concerning you becomes out of hand. After Saturday I now know we can never be what one might term friends. For as I had pointed out then my interest goes much deeper. George for all his faults remains one of my best friends. How could I offend him such. How could I dare dream of these things. All this without his knowing. No I must, if I should hope to be the man I profess, face him or deny you. A painful decision believe me. But then what decision is not so, for no matter which choice one makes someone is always hurt. Here in my memories you shall remain high on an altar of respect. Our's an innocent affair that was born to die. This then my decision to turn away from love and save a friendship. You will understand.

My Dearest Joe,

Love, Bill

May 20, 1959

Long after the brightness of our meeting has become a dull glimmer in your young memory, I shall still adore you. But we must be true to life and friends, I cannot see you again. You must stop writing and calling me. I will not try to explain to George but hope that he will realize I am trying to be a friend. Often life finds divisions, points where two people are unable to continue together. Love is a vice when it comes as it has to us and I must free us. I shall long remember having met you.

Fini, Bill

May 20, 1959

Dear Tom,

Meeting you at the theater the other night was more than a surprise to me. The theater is usually so very dull. . .

Sincerely, Bill

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